"I..." My words were cut short as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, slamming my back against the door, as if he hadn't shut it properly the first time. I could feel his cold fingers digging into my skin. I silently wondered why his skin was so cold.
His eyes roamed down my body, amusement appearing in those golden depths as he no doubt took note of my outfit.
His shirt.
"Well...well," he drawled, his voice a low rasp that held no emotion yet somehow managed to stir up feelings in me, in my body that I wished I could ignore.
My wolf had roused, enjoying his scent while I was left to face the consequences of what I'd just been caught doing.
"I guess I have to make a proper lock for this door now, don't I?" He looked at the door and then back at me, and a chill ran through my
